After seeing my own home being burned to the ground, and my own parents decapitated, I ran into the woods feared for my life. I thought I heard Norril Demoneye chasing me, around every bush and tree.
After about ten minutes of running I decided to hide behind a huge dead tree. Then out of no where I heard the horrid scream coming from behind me. Out of fear that it was Norill Demoneye I got up and started to run away from the scream. The scream sounded like something being brutally murdered; killed for no reason...like my parents.
When I came to another huge dead tree, instead of stepping over it, I jumped, not planning on stopping to catch my breathe. When I landed on the ground it fell out from under me. Falling for about five feet, my entire body was stabbed with makeshift blades. I lied there fading in and out of life itself thinking "I should of stopped him from killing my parents. They would be alive right now and I wouldn't be about to die right now".
I woke to the sound of a man speaking in some language I didn't quiet know yet. He was grinding some ingredients together in a small bowl. " Hold still..." he said " ...this will fix everything." He took what was in the bowl and rubbed it into the gash in my left hand. (The gash was so big that you could stick another hand through my hand without touching it.) Within a matter of minutes I regained all of my vision. I quickly looked at the man that rubbed the powder in my hand. He stood eight-eleven, he was green to the skin but he was Dwarven looking. "My name is Skim Stragglebeard, you fell into my hunters trap. If I hadn't of gave you the troll blood power, you would of died in minutes.
After about two days of learning the way of regeneration, I left his shack. Over that time I learned a little bit of Draconic.
About a year later I learned how to use my regeneration to the fullest and the Draconic language.
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